You Won't Help Me

When the car arrived at Qianfan Villa, Ye Shengge's sweater had been torn off by the man, and there were fresh love bites on her shoulders and chest.

However, Ji Shiting wasn't any better. He had taken off his jacket and thrown it on the ground. The collar of his shirt was messy, and the buttons weren't unbuttoned, but opened. There were bite marks on his collar bone and chin.

He took a deep breath and looked at the woman in front of him. He couldn't wait to have her here.

However, he held himself back and helped her pull up her sweater. He then picked up his jacket and wrapped it around her. He didn't even notice his phone rolling under his seat.

Sun Ye got out of the car first and opened the door with an umbrella.

Ji Shiting carried the woman in his arms out of the car and walked into the villa. Ye Shengge was probably tired, so she lay in his embrace, but her face was blushing and her breathing was rapid.